Sumaṅgala’s MotherSumaṅgalamātātherīgāthā

I’m well freed, well freed,“Sumuttikā sumuttikā, so very well freed from the pestle!Sādhumuttikāmhi musalassa; My shameless husband was most certainly a mushroom,Ahiriko me chattakaṁ vāpi, my mortar wafted like an eel.Ukkhalikā me deḍḍubhaṁ vāti.

Greed and hate sizzle and hissRāgañca ahaṁ dosañca, as I squelch them.Cicciṭi cicciṭīti vihanāmi; Having gone to the root of a tree,Sā rukkhamūlamupagamma, I meditate happily, thinking, “Oh, what bliss!”Aho sukhanti sukhato jhāyāmī”ti.